There was no time to hesitate, Yuan An picked up the child and left quickly, he was too anxious to burn in his heart, and the speed under his feet almost broke the life record.

Although Meng Poyi said that he was fine, he knew that it was impossible to be fine. Even if he is not good at magic, he knows that it has always been difficult for otherworldly abilities to directly affect the power of nature in the human world, let alone change such a rapid torrent.

And when did his little aunt, who has always been indifferent, ever be forced to vomit blood?

The water flow once again spread with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, and Yuan An handed the child to the people on the hill, and said loudly: "Leave quickly, this place is about to be flooded." ”

Then he quickly turned around and ran back to Meng Poyi.

Everyone on the hill was also frightened by the menacing water, and rushed to the high place.

Yuan An ran to Meng Poyi's side, and the torrent could also arrive, and at the moment when he picked up Meng Poyi with his short body, a wave mixed with stones and dead branches hit him head-on.

Yuan An didn't know how fast he was running, but he felt that at that moment, the soles of his feet felt like they were almost burned. The slender body in his arms suddenly gave him a determination in his heart to keep her safe, even if he gambled with his life.

Yuan An just hugged a person like that, and at an inhuman speed, he rushed to the side of the motorcycle with the muddy waves behind him, and then directly hugged the person and got into the car, rushing to a high place quickly.

This time the torrent came so surprisingly that it eventually overwhelmed the entire village, which now looked like a brown lake from a distance.

Houses built with stones taken from the mountains were taken back by the mountain in this way. Fortunately, after the count, it was found that there were no casualties.

There are many cement roads in the village, and the motorcycle road that runs through the entire Jiuhuan Mountain is also paved with cement. Yuan An and Meng Po stood at the entrance of the mountain road, watching the people in the distance cry out for the sky and the earth after the disaster.

Meng Po ran out of strength, and leaned on the body a little lazily at this time. With an indifferent expression on her face, just looking at her inactive appearance at this time, it was hard to imagine that just a few hours ago, she would have tried her best to save a few irrelevant people.

Yuan An said: "Natural disaster, this is also something that can't be done." ”

Meng Po's eyes fell on the mountain that was still glowing with white light in the early morning, and said: "This is not a natural disaster, but man-made, and the final cause and effect is just a cause." ”

Yuan An remembered the rocks and timber that had been dragged into the village by cart before, and did not speak again. After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the local rescue department. When he hung up the phone, his eyes fell on the call record, and his expression suddenly froze.

He had told Meng Poyi before that the reason why he wanted to come to this place was because he received a call from Zhao Yuan'er's friend the night before, but at this time, the call record showed that his last received call was three days ago.

He doesn't have the habit of deleting call logs at any time. So, did he accidentally click delete, or did he inexplicably have such a memory?

Yuan An was guessing wildly, but his head suddenly ached, afraid that Meng Po next to him would find out, so he gritted his teeth to resist this sudden pain, and he didn't have the heart to think about anything else.

After he put down the phone completely, the headache was gone. It was already dark, and the harsh white light of the sun was slowly drying the moisture left over from the previous night.

The two continued on the road again, Meng Po ran out of strength, and without much strength at this time, Yuan An took out a large coat and wrapped her in it, and then carefully carried her to the car, with a cautious attitude as if holding some treasure.

Meng Po wanted to open her mouth to tell him that she didn't have to, but probably due to the weakness of her body and the dizziness of her head, she really didn't bother to speak when she looked at Yuan An's cautious gaze.

The two of them continued along the narrow motorcycle lane, and the scenery became more and more terrifying as far as the eye could see.

The next hill, which was supposed to be beautiful and verdant, was also white, but this white was not due to the bare stones that I had seen before, but from all kinds of garbage that covered almost the entire line of sight.

In particular, some of the pavilions built along the way for tourists to rest have become garbage pits at this time, and the foul-smelling garbage is almost flush with the top of the pavilion. And all kinds of flowers and trees planted on the roadside were also dug up almost by people, and those who couldn't dig them away were generally cut down and scarred by anger.

It is strange that the people seem to have a deep hatred for this place that has brought them so many benefits, and because they can no longer profit from it, they use every evil method they can imagine to destroy it.

"That's right. Yuan An said: "There is another reason why this place was once so famous, because the mountains and forests are too deep and wide, in addition to all kinds of birds, wild boars, snakes and the like, there is also a national first-class protected animal called the golden snub-nosed monkey, but now it seems that it has become extinct." ”

Meng Po didn't reply, and after a while, she suddenly said: "If the mountain has hatred, it also has a soul." ”

"What?" Yuan An was taken aback, "Little aunt, do you mean the soul you mean, but the body of the mountain is not some stones, dirt or something, it stands to reason that they are all dead things?"

Meng Po said: "Nothing is impossible, this mountain full of flowers and trees, birds and beasts are its source of life." ”

Yuan An listened, although he felt that what Meng Po said was very reasonable, he still felt a little incredible.

Just as the villagers said before, this Jiuhuan Mountain is estimated to be really crazy, and only after walking through that stinky garbage mountain, the two met a landslide on the next mountain.

First the stones fell one after another, and then there was a loud sound from the mountain, and the next moment it was like a landslide and the ground cracked.

Yuan An only had time to say, "Little aunt, hold me tight", and drove the motorcycle out like lightning. The speed of the stones falling was getting faster and faster, and he used almost all his mental power to avoid the stones, and he didn't even have time to worry about the mountain that would slide down at any time, and to feel the hands that wrapped around his waist at his command.

When he finally left this place, Rao is Yuan'an couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Now he believes even more in the statement that Meng Poyi said that "mountains produce hatred". This is as simple as hatred, this nine-ring mountain clearly has monstrous anger.

After this hill, the next hill has a completely different scenery from the previous ones. The yellow sand is full of yellow sand proves how completely human beings have devastated this place. From this hill to the next few hills as far as the eye can see, you can see that this mountain has become a desert of considerable size.

"Strange. "It is said that even if the woodland is desertified, it will not form such a scale in just ten years, is it because the geology here is more special?"

The desertified land has already submerged the not wide motorcycle road, and the rest of the journey is obviously only possible to ride forward.

Yuan An put the motorcycle in an abandoned stone house on the edge of the desertification, and when he came back, he saw Meng Po sitting casually in the dry yellow sand.

After running on the mountain road all morning, Yuan An took out dry food and water, and after a simple meal, he looked at Meng Poyi and asked anxiously and expectantly:

"Little aunt, will I carry you on my back the next road?"

Meng Po looked at his expression, her brows furrowed slightly, but she didn't ask the doubts in her heart, she just nodded.

Yuan An laughed, with joy in his eyes, his current mood was just like when Meng Poyi fell and injured his foot, because when he could take care of Meng Poyi, he showed all the care in his heart openly.

Yuan An walked into the yellow sand with her on his back steadily, Meng Po lightly put his hands on his shoulders and said:

"It's been so long and there are no clues, Yuan An, do you need to call Zhao Yuan'er's friend again?"

Yuan An was stunned for a moment, and a strange feeling suddenly flashed in his heart, he shook his head slightly and ignored this feeling, and said with some shame: "I have seen it before, there is no phone, it may be that I accidentally deleted it after I was upset after answering the phone that night." ”

"That's it. Meng Po lowered her eyelids to cover the emotions in her eyes, and her voice was still faint, "Don't worry, no matter what the truth is, you will always know if you keep going." ”

There had already been a guess in her heart before, and Yuan An's answer only proved her idea.

Although I don't know if it's aimed at Yuan An or her, it's obvious that Yuan An was calculated. But now it seems that it is more likely to be against her.

Yuan An is the person she wants to protect, he wants to come here, Meng Po is very likely to follow, and as long as she is there, she will not let Yuan An have anything to do.

And such a crumbling nine-ring mountain that looks like it is cursed is indeed a good place for calculating people.

Meng Po's heart turned a thousand times, but her face did not show it at all.

But when the two of them suddenly fell into the quicksand, she was not so surprised.

The quicksand in the desert is a place that closely resembles a swamp, and when a person falls into it, there is almost no chance to struggle.

The moment Yuan An fell in, he subconsciously wanted to push Meng Po on his back up. However, it didn't work, it wasn't that he didn't have enough strength, but Meng Po didn't know what method he used, so he instantly switched his position, and Yuan An found that he was still moving up involuntarily, and his whole body was wrapped in silk threads.

"Little aunt!" Yuan An shouted in panic, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Motogishi!" Meng Po said, "It's not that I don't want to cooperate with you, but with my current strength, even if I go out, I can't pull you up again." ”

"I don't need to. Yuan An didn't think about it and said, "I just want you to be safe." Little aunt, let go of me, I'm ......"

"Yuan Shore. Meng Po interrupted him and said with some hesitation, "I don't seem to, I don't want you to have an accident." ”

Yuan An clearly felt that the strength of the silk thread was getting weaker and weaker, and the moment he touched the hard sand, the touch of the silk thread disappeared.